08.20.18

Written and Photographed by Eimy Figueroa

Living in an island my whole life has prepared me for hot and humid. So, New York in the summer? Piece of cake. I used to come here every year since I was a tween, completely ignoring the hot trash smells and feeling like I could take on the world, sweaty forehead and all. But nothing could prepare for the the hell that is summer in the city for WAY more than a week. See, now this city has to fit into my outings, my work schedule, (my mood?) and most importantly, my natural deodorant wearing armpits. So...